It's a Bird, It's a Plane...

Yes, I’m a terrible, horrible, rotten person.

See, I had a post scheduled for this week on my calendar. It tied in with the summer theme and everything. I was proud of my clever brain (it does function now and then).

Then—if you read this month’s previous essay—the Universe decided to hit me with a brick wall.

Reinforced with a cement barrier.

Plus some razor wire.

Suffice it to say that I’m taking a wee “break.”

From writing, at any rate. (Can you imagine the laughter if I tried to tell two physical therapists and three doctors I wanted a break?) While I figure out the plan for my back and elbow, at the very least, I’m going to pretend to relax and breathe a bit.

Maybe only have five hundred things on my To-Do List instead of six hundred.

I hope you understand.

And my goal is to get back on track in September.

Universe-willing.